Mystic City - Killah Priest

Theory of the 12 Monkeys, left in this cold war hungry

We kill over blood money, the cops seem to think it’s funny

We murder over pennies and crumbs

Plenty of guns, crammed in the city slums

The man pity none for this next millennium

Kids starving when they breath you can see they kidneys and lungs

They left blind, skinny and dumb

Sights far from a pretty one, praying to God, when will he come?

But half of my crew is atheists

While the other half’s waiting on a spaceship, I can’t take it

Screaming life is what you make it, so called fake-friends

They all snakes in the end, trying to hide they face

Try to blend one mistake, I see them grin

Try to say we of the same kin, because we have the same skin

I live amongst the unholy, we all role weed

Thick as Jamaican rollies until the lords scold me

And told me, you’ll be my next Moses

Go sake the hopeless and homeless

With eviction notice arrive like the infant Joseph

With a grudge to Caesar like the blood of Jesus

I told the Judge they don’t love us, we don’t love 'em either

My sword would drink the blood of an un-believer

My sword would drink the blood of an un-believer

My sword would drink the blood of an un-believer

My sword would drink the blood of an un-believer

Where do we go from here (where do we go from here)

After the storm has cleared (after that storm has cleared)

Where do we go from here (like nights over Tibet)

After the storm has cleared…

My home is where the psycho rage

Spending long nights and cold days

Inside a bible cage

Is it the curse of a bible plague?

Welcome, to the cyber age

The air’s burning like a microwave

The holy lands sees miles away

I pour out some Alizé

Beneath the skies cause the clouds are gray

Jackals pile the graves of the older slaves

Reptiles arise, from out the caves they invade

The dirt under my nails got a story to tell

I wrestle with angels like Michael L, spending nights in Jail

Beneath the Hell’s dungeon, with the drunkards tongue kiss

We all haunted and unwanted

Forgotten city where the air stays hot and misty

I see crack fiends with rotten titties

Twist the top off a whisky, each block is risky

That’s why my shots empty, till the cops come and get me

I stay in green camouflage, I see cameras on Mars

All ready to start, scanning our cards

World famine at large, they got us trapped like

Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego

I’m looking for the city of gold, I pity the soul

They take humans and start branding them like food cans

It’s like the six points of the hexagram

Resembles the sects of man, all my children in Bethlehem

I dropped the Tec out my hand

Dropped to the earth caressed the sand

Yes I understand now

I heard a voice say, «Come hither»

I walk while others slither, lead me to my father’s river

Where do we go from here.

After the storm has cleared.

Where do we go from here.

After the storm has cleared.

Where do we go, we go.

After the storm has cleared, the storm has cleared…

Where do we go, from here, where do we go

After the storm has cleared.

the storm has cleared

Where do we go, from here, from here

After the storm has cleared.

Where do we go, away from here

After the storm has cleared.